Last weekend, we managed to get out to hubby's cousin's farm, Hilltop Haven Equine Rescue, in Little Britain. It is big, airy, full of animals of almost every description, and full of love and laughter.
I shifted bales of hay, walked through goose poo in my nice sandals before switching to cousin Lainie's crocs, and got licked by Stanley the farm poodle.
This weekend we went the other direction and visited my bestie in Picton. Apparently every retiree in the world wants to live 'in the county' and the number of homes for sale reflect that. Vinyards are popping up everywhere - it's like a second Niagara-on-the-lake.
Who did you see?